Easter time is the time for eggs and the time for eggs is Easter time. This little childhood ditty, my dad used to enjoy reciting every year. Today, in his honor, we will spread some confetti from colored eggs in his honor as his ashes remain intact it the urn.
A small bird with a yellow underbelly came to our window as we gathered yesterday. Dad always loved his property and spent the last of his days looking out the windows to the magnificent wildlife. I felt it was a little greeting from him, checking on us as we spend time with mom.
How will you celebrate Easter? What kind of greetings are you open to as indications of resurrection? Ki to Happiness sees the signs of spring all around us, and hears the bird songs reassuring us of renewal and energy’s continuance.